"I'll let you have me any way," Daenerys promised, leaning into the touch. "I want all of this. I want it completely, I promise."

She meant it very sincerely, more than she'd meant anything in a very long time. She wanted Margaery's hands and lips all over her, she wanted to feel Margaery in ways she'd felt almost no one else. She wanted every last fraction of Margaery against her.

She also didn't know quite how to put that into words, so she settled for a shy smile.